“But what about your cheek?” I asked. “Who hurt you?” Renee gingerly touched the spot on her face as though discovering it for the first time. “Oh. I . . . um . . .” “She scraped it on the slide,” said Joe. “She ran out so quickly she didn’t duck low enough. So she hit it.” Renee nodded tentatively, then with more force. “Yes, that’s it,” she murmured, again touching her face. “The slide.”
